klisemfg Chapter 1940
Chapter 1940
The three elders leading the Jueqing Holy Land had also turned around and bowed in the direction of the Zifu Holy Land's warship.
Although separated by a thousand miles of void, spiritual energy could still transmit sound. The two exchanged a few simple greetings, their tone as peaceful as old friends meeting, without the slightest hint of tension.
Seeing this scene, Chen Xuan understood – it seemed that the relationship between the Purple Mansion Holy Land and the Heartless Holy Land was indeed as close as Zi Mang had said before, and it was not just a superficial relationship.
But this peace didn't last long. A sharp "whoosh" once again ripped through the chaotic currents. A hundred miles to Chen Xuan's left, in the darkness, a crimson light suddenly shone, its heat like flame, instantly tearing apart swathes of spatial turbulence.
Immediately afterwards, a warship shrouded in dazzling golden divine light rushed in. Its hull shimmered with iridescent light, as if forged from gold and stone. Even the spatial fragments in the turbulent currents could only create a few sparks when they collided with it.
On the warship, a black battle flag fluttered in the wind, with two imposing and heavy pictographic characters on the flag—"Dao Yi"—standing out prominently under the golden light, exuding an arrogant air of looking down on all living beings.
"It's Dao Yi Holy Land! It really is a warship from Dao Yi Holy Land!" Xuan Hao was the first to recognize it, his brows furrowing instantly, his voice filled with undisguised solemnity. "Recently, we received intelligence from the Void Heaven Pavilion that Dao Yi Holy Land's top young generation members, Dao Yi, Tian Yi, and Xuan Yi, have already reached the peak of the Void Reversal Realm. All three of them are incredibly strong, and this time they are probably quite confident in securing a top spot in the ranking battle!"
Chen Xuan, Bai Qianhuan, Bai Qianjue, and the others all turned to look.
For a cultivator of Chen Xuan's True Immortal level, a distance of a hundred miles was merely a glance away. He could even clearly see the patterns inlaid with runes on the deck of the Dao Yi warship, as well as the solemn expressions of the crew.
As soon as the warships of Dao Yi Holy Land appeared, the gazes of the three elders, Li Yu, Qian Zhan, and Xi Yue, immediately fell upon them.
When they saw the three elderly men in gray robes with solemn auras standing in front of the deck, the three elders all gave a cold snort without leaving a trace, raising their eyebrows slightly. Clearly, the elders of the various holy lands had long harbored competitive intentions in private. Even if they appeared peaceful on the surface, their competitive spirit could not be hidden. Such a reaction was quite reasonable.
What truly made the disciples of the Heartless Holy Land uncomfortable were the three peerless youths on Dao Yi's warship, surrounded by a group of disciples.
Standing at the highest point of the deck, their gazes swept over us with an icy chill, filled with undisguised arrogance and condescension, as if Chen Xuan and the dozens of disciples were nothing more than ants in their eyes.
Several young disciples, caught in this gaze, instinctively clenched their fists, their faces turning bright red.
Chen Xuan merely followed those gazes indifferently, a slight smile playing on his lips, before turning his head to look at the warship of the Purple Mansion Holy Land—compared to the arrogance of the Dao Yi Holy Land, there were two peerless figures on the Purple Mansion Holy Land's side that caught his attention more.
That was the "Purple and Green Twins," renowned throughout the Ten Great Holy Lands.
The sisters' reputation spread widely among the disciples of various holy lands, and they even seemed to be gaining momentum to rival the Demon Immortal Xia Jiuyou.
The elder sister, Brigitte Lin, was dressed in green, her temperament as cold as frost, and the sword at her waist gleamed with a chilling light.
The younger sister, Zixia, wore a purple dress, her eyes sparkling with liveliness, yet also concealing a sharp edge that should not be underestimated.
The two are siblings from the same mother and have cultivated together since childhood. They are proficient in a set of ancient immortal sword formation techniques. It is said that when they join forces, they can even withstand some of the attacks of true immortals, and their strength is unfathomable.
At this moment, on the deck of the Heartless Holy Land's warship, many disciples and even holy sons like Bai Qianhuan couldn't help but fix their gazes on the two beautiful figures in green and purple on the deck of the Purple Mansion Holy Land, their eyes filled with curiosity and amazement.
Perhaps sensing the blatant scrutiny, the two beauties, Zi and Qing, suddenly turned their heads to look over. Qingxia's eyes held a hint of coldness, while Zixia let out a soft snort. Although the snort was faint, it carried spiritual power and clearly reached the deck of the Heartless Holy Land.
Caught red-handed, the disciples of the Heartless Holy Land blushed deeply and awkwardly averted their gazes. Some even scratched their heads, not daring to meet those cold eyes again.
Just then, a series of cracking sounds came from the void near, far, and even further away. Several streams of light of different colors broke through the spatial barrier and rushed into the turbulent currents. The warships of Yaoguang, Jiuyou, Tianxuan, and other holy lands also arrived one after another.
In an instant, seven or eight majestic warships gathered in the originally empty turbulent space. Each of them exuded the unique pressure of its own holy land, and they intertwined with each other, making the surrounding turbulent currents even more restless.
Chen Xuan clicked his tongue in amazement, then focused his mind, and the pale golden candlelight in his eyes reignited.
The moment the Eye of the Candle Dragon was activated, light flowed in his eyes, and the distance of thousands of miles seemed to be instantly smoothed out, without any restraint.
His gaze swept quickly across each warship, soon locking onto one of them—a warship enveloped in a soft yet holy white light, beneath which intricate lotus patterns were carved on its hull, exuding an aura of tranquility and peace.
The battle flags on the masts of the warships fluttered in the wind. On the white flags, the two characters "Yaoguang" were embroidered with silver thread, and under the holy light, they looked as clear as glass.
"The warships of the Yao Guang Holy Land?" Chen Xuan's heart skipped a beat. He swiftly formed a sword-finger gesture with his left hand, placing it between his brows, and continuously channeled his inner power into his eyes. The power of the Candle Dragon Eye instantly amplified, and his vision seemed to pierce through layers of barriers, clearly landing on the deck of the Yao Guang Holy Land's warship.
When he saw the scene clearly, Chen Xuan frowned slightly – there were only three elders in white robes standing on the deck, their hands behind their backs, gazing into the distance. Apart from them, there wasn’t even a single disciple in sight.
"Could it be that the disciples of Yaoguang Holy Land are all hiding in the pavilions of the warship?" Chen Xuan muttered to himself, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery. "Hmph, they certainly know how to enjoy themselves, even when crossing turbulent waters they have to hide inside to conserve their energy."
Despite saying this, the worry between his brows did not diminish at all, and his eyes, which were burning with candlelight, darkened slightly.
His biggest worry was that Lu Xueqi would not participate in this Holy Land Ranking Battle. If she really didn't come, then his previous plan would have to be brought forward: after the Devouring Demon Star Ruins opened, he would first suppress all the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of the Heartless Holy Land.
If he felt that this momentum was not enough to intimidate the Yao Guang Holy Land, he even considered taking the risk of capturing the holy sons and daughters of other holy lands who were participating in this battle, using this extreme method to exert pressure and force the Yao Guang Holy Land to release its grip on Lu Xueqi.
The thought of Lu Xueqi's possible predicament caused Chen Xuan's fingers to tighten involuntarily, his knuckles turning slightly white, and the candlelight in his eyes to flicker.
"No matter what, I will stand up for Xueqi this time!" Chen Xuan vowed silently.